The bonsai tree br in the attractive pot br could have grown eighty feet tall br on the side of a mountain br till split by lightning. br But a gardener br carefully pruned it. br It is nine inches high. br Every day as he br whittles back the branches br the gardener croons, br It is your nature br to be small and cozy, br domestic and weak; br how lucky, little tree, br to have a pot to grow in. br With living creatures br one must begin very early br to dwarf their growth: br the bound feet, br the crippled brain, br the hair in curlers, br the hands you br love to touch.